Starting with the defeated female knight

but......

"Oh dear, I forgot that I can't give you what you want, so I'll just have to throw it away."

"Hmm, what a beautiful dress. What if it gets torn... Oh, my hand slipped."

"It's all your fault, Melia."

“If it weren’t for you, little Salissa wouldn’t have turned out like that.”

After getting to know Green better and dropping all pretense, Green started doing all sorts of outrageous things right in front of him.

Then, it was pulled out by the tentacles and turned into a green drill that was spinning at high speed in the air.

What do you talk to your child about?

"Hu-hu-"

"So many stars..."

The dizzy green worm took a while to come to its senses, then hugged the comforted Melia, who was wrapped in its tentacles, and clapped its little hands angrily.

"This is my child!"

"I didn't harm your children, I was just concerned about mine, what's wrong with that?"

You call this 'caring'?

"Yes."

She answered calmly, then flapped her wings, flew back to the shoulder of the mobile armor, and sat down.

"Don't apply human standards to them. Elves are elves, and humans are humans. You simply don't understand."

"If you don't believe me, just ask them yourselves, am I doing this for their own good?"

After a long silence...

Melia, her tentacles curled, nodded gently and uttered a soft "Mmm".

The tentacles remained silent for a moment before escorting Melia outside.

Then he raised his tentacles and looked into the eyes of the little sprite in front of him.

So, why?

"Didn't I say? Because humans and elves are completely different beings."

After several months of getting to know each other, and with the pretense dissipating.

After even the elves could no longer see her, she finally dropped all pretense when confronted with the tentacles' questions, her expression gradually turning crazed.

"Ah, ah, I know, you probably noticed something was wrong with me from the beginning."

"But do you think I want this? Do you think those seemingly pitiful guys are so innocent?!"

She reached out, cupped the tip of the tentacle, and brought the eyeball on the tentacle close to her face, her eyes filled with undisguised hatred and malice.

"Ha, great elves, little elves, born artists, long lifespans, ancient civilizations, immense power, and all sorts of wonderful qualities..."

"That sounds amazing."

After a moment, she sighed, her voice lowered.

"Well, they're not wrong in a way."

"At least those little elves are indeed innocent, lively, and very kind, without any negative emotions."

"Yes, you heard right. It's not that they rarely have negative emotions; the elves are born 'without negative emotions'."

"And it will never change, and it will never grow."

"Except for me, the odd one out."

But if that were all, Dolores wouldn't have gone mad to such an extent.

Even when she was just born, she was grateful that she was born in such a beautiful place as the Elf Kingdom, and that her companions were so lovely and optimistic.

Until she witnessed the process of making the 'seed' for the first time.

"They tore her wings off piece by piece and shredded them."

"The skin was cut open piece by piece, and the blood vessels were pulled out one by one."

"Then, like creating a work of art, you transform, sculpt, assemble, and piece together."

"Then, they became exquisite 'seeds'."

"Of course, they are beautiful, kind, and compassionate; they cannot feel pain."

"So everyone was smiling while doing the whole thing."

"Even the guy who was taken apart had a stupid smile on his face until he died."

"It was only at the moment of death that fear and despair came."

"But by then, she didn't even have a voice left to scream."

As she spoke, she took out two small stones—which would be considered gravel to a normal person—that she had asked other elves to pick up for her earlier, and tossed them in her hand.

“I was a newcomer at the time, and they were very kind to give me those two eyes that were filled with fear and despair.”

"That was truly kind of them, because usually in these kinds of situations, each person gets at most one seed, and the eyes are the most valuable part of a fairy's body."

"It doesn't need any processing; it can be used directly as a seed."

“I accepted them, and then used them to grow two elves.”

That was my first time being a mother.

The joy brought by the new life temporarily overshadowed the fear.

Especially since the kind of 'seed making' didn't happen often, her fear gradually subsided.

but......

"My child is dead."

"He was probably in his forties or fifties when he was killed by a passing wild animal."

“Very small children, not even half the height of the ones you raise.”

"There are a few great elves nearby, I'm going to ask them for help."

"But they were busy discussing art, so they didn't pay attention."

"Although we went there after the discussion, the body was already cold by then."

Great elves are very long-lived creatures, and this longevity brings not only a longer development period, but also an indifference to life.

Of course, they do have people they care about. For example, as mentioned before, they can be grieving for decades or even centuries when a very close human being dies.

But for those beings outside their world, even if they are of the same kind, even if they are in a life-threatening situation that they could easily help, even if they could hear the child crying, they only need to take a dozen steps to scare away those wild beasts without lifting a finger.

But they were discussing art and were engrossed in their own world, so we'll have to wait until after their discussion.

So Dolores knelt on the ground and watched helplessly as the child she had raised for decades died.

It was chased by wild animals, disemboweled, and bitten a few times before being thrown away on the roadside like trash.

That was her most precious child.

For decades, she has diligently cared for her child, to whom she has poured all her heart and soul.

The little elves don't have negative emotions.

Even if the child dies, it should still be a time of laughter and joy.

The great elves, seeing that the child was beyond saving, shook their heads and walked away.

The little elves gathered around, still innocently and kindly laughing and commenting on her child's corpse.

"Wow, it's disgusting, but it's also so beautiful..."

"Look at this wound, it looks like it must be incredibly painful..."

"Don't look at this, it's so boring! Let's go play something! I want to play hide-and-seek today..."

"You come too."

On that day, the little elf kneeling on the ground lost her child.

That day, her companions still smiled and reached out their hands to her, but they were a little puzzled. She was usually very enthusiastic about all kinds of games and could always win games with her wisdom and her indomitable spirit. Why did she suddenly stop moving?

That day, the little green sprite died.

She picked up the leaves from the ground and covered her child's body with them.

Blood soaked through the leaves, outlining a horrific scar.

Suddenly, she found it beautiful.

Every elf is a born artist.

But until that moment, she had not found her own artistic direction.

But now, she found it.

He slowly got up from the ground, picked up a branch with tender buds sprouting from it.

She looked up at her companions frolicking in the sky, and at the great elf in the distance, still walking and talking about art.

He revealed a somewhat terrifying smile.

this moment.

The strange little elf died.

Dolores, also a symbol of 'pain', was born.

"But don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to complain or seek revenge for my child."

"They have no obligation to take care of them, do they?"

Dolores released the tentacles, and the carefree, giggling smile that was typical of elves returned to her face.

"That's how elves are; they only ever think about their own existence."

"The great elves are like this, and so are the lesser elves."

"Condemn them? Ha, I'm not that bored."

"But if that's the case..."

She took out her small staff, twirled it, and pinched off a leaf with a horrific scar on it.

Her smile remained radiant.

"Is it okay for me to follow my own artistic path?"

"After all, I'm an elf too."

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P.S.: This chapter is a bit long, so it's posted late. A total of 14,000 words have been posted today. Goodnight.

Volume 1: Chapter 109: I've never felt happy performing.

As it turns out, expecting a group of normal elves to emerge from this cesspool of idealism is indeed a bit unrealistic.

In fact, before communicating with Dolores, Green had already learned about the relevant situation from Melia.

Aside from not knowing anything about Dolores herself, the situation is arguably even more serious than Dolores described.

It sounds outrageous to stand by and watch a fellow countryman die when he is right next to you, and it is indeed outrageous.